It's Not a Bomb Threat (It's a Bomb Promise)
Why you can't make a song without me?
Told that pussy motherfucker not to come around me
All the real ones know my growth astounding
But i'm gonna keep on grinding
Untll they have to crown me
About to hit em' with the pump fake
I'm a cold mothafucka on a good day
Told her she about to feel it like an earthquake
Pop a perky when I pull up her driveway
Yeah you see me now I'm shining like the sun
But you didn't see the obstacles I had to overcome
Can't be hating on my songs when you got none
It's the bottom of the ninth hit that home run
Yuh
Yuh
Go and say what you wanna say
Don't care if you hate it or you love it
I'm up anyway
They say that silence is golden
No wonder you bitches are broke
I'm surprised you can talk shit
With all them dicks in ya throat
That's mad talent boy
I ain't tryna be funny
Hoe-in like that
You'll give your mom
A run for her money
$unny cold as shit man
Ain't it ironic?
I got shikaibandz with me
Man we iconic
When we hop on the track
Shit get doper than chronic
BLACKPLAGUEGANG
Bitch we bubonic
You a fraud, Bernie Madoff
You get laid off
Call my gun Nick Cage
Ahh, it'll take your face off
All the work we putting in
About to pay off
So hop off our dicks, Bitch
And stay off
Spin your head like a Beyblade
Should've thought twice
We didn't come here to play games
Yuh
Yuh
$unny's insane
Yeah
$unny's deranged
And I'm out of this bitch
Like JFK brains
Told that pussy motherfucker not to come around me
All the real ones know my growth astounding
But i'm gonna keep on grinding
Untll they have to crown me
About to hit em' with the pump fake
I'm a cold mothafucka on a good day
Told her she about to feel it like an earthquake
Pop a perky when I pull up her driveway
Yeah you see me now I'm shining like the sun
But you didn't see the obstacles I had to overcome
Can't be hating on my songs when you got none
It's the bottom of the ninth hit that home run
Yuh
Yuh
Go and say what you wanna say
Don't care if you hate it or you love it
I'm up anyway
They say that silence is golden
No wonder you bitches are broke
I'm surprised you can talk shit
With all them dicks in ya throat
That's mad talent boy
I ain't tryna be funny
Hoe-in like that
You'll give your mom
A run for her money
$unny cold as shit man
Ain't it ironic?
I got shikaibandz with me
Man we iconic
When we hop on the track
Shit get doper than chronic
BLACKPLAGUEGANG
Bitch we bubonic
You a fraud, Bernie Madoff
You get laid off
Call my gun Nick Cage
Ahh, it'll take your face off
All the work we putting in
About to pay off
So hop off our dicks, Bitch
And stay off
Spin your head like a Beyblade
Should've thought twice
We didn't come here to play games
Yuh
Yuh
$unny's insane
Yeah
$unny's deranged
And I'm out of this bitch
Like JFK brains
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Curry, Tristan Jenkins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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